Where have the last 18 months gone? Miss Mia is a year-and-a-half old today. And I’m counting my blessings—we’re tired, we’re busy, life with two kids is incredibly demanding, but we know we lucked out with this little one.
(OK, I hate it when people say “Not to brag,” and then proceed to do exactly that. So, full disclosure: bragging ahead. Turn away if you must.)
Most families I know with two kids get thrown for a loop by their wild and crazy secondborn. Our experience was flipped—we had the spirited kid first. Mia is her perfect counterpart: sweet, laid-back, and just enough of a spitfire to hold her own. She can entertain herself for hours—HOURS—with a stack of books and a few dolls. Her rendition of “twinkle twinkle little star” could melt the most stalwart soul. Her baby-chatter is enchanting, and we’re hearing more and more “real” words every day. Her latest: SHOE, BOOK, BIANCA, THAT, KITTY, and THANK YOU.
She loves me, but daddy is her knight in shining armor. Daddy could be miles away at work, and she’ll still wail dadddddyyyyy, dadddddyyyyy like a damsel in distress every time someone (me) doesn’t do her bidding.
The word strangers use to describe her is calm: she’s so calm! So content! (They might use different words if they caught a glimpse of her protesting her carseat or a diaper change, but whatevs.) Most of the time, she IS calm and content. She’s just a happy little turkey who loves the world she lives in. And the world loves her right back.
Mia, every day, I’m so grateful that I get to be your mom. You’ve made the last 18 months better than I could have imagined. I hope you never stop surprising me. As much as I’d like to keep you this age forever, I’m willing to let you grow up, only because I cannot WAIT to see what’s next. Love you with all my heart, Mom
STATS: Next to our stringbean Bianca, Mia looks like an adorable little butterball to me. But those chubby cheek and thighs don’t add up to much: she’s only 20.5 lbs. At least she’s finally out of the 3rd percentile—she cracked the 5th! Whoo hoo!
Can this wait, Mom? I'm working!